Seeing Linley draw out Bloodviolet, the Tyrant Wyrm knew that Linley was going to go head on against him!
As a Saint-level dragon, the Tyrant Wyrm was naturally extremely arrogant.
“Bang!” It angrily stomped the ground, causing the earth to shake and crack. The nearby trees all snapped apart and fell, and the Tyrant Wyrm’s hill-sized body shot directly into the air, breathing hellfire as its fiery red eyes stared at Linley.
It didn’t dare to be overconfident.
“Plaket, you are so huge. I just want a little bit of draconic blood.” Linley shook his head and sighed.
“You are trying to insult me, insult a mighty Saint-level dragon!” The Tyrant Wyrm, Plaket, suddenly opened his mouth and blasted out a scorching cloud of black draconic fire, which suddenly enveloped ‘Linley’…but ‘Linley’ immediately dissipated.
Plaket suddenly stared upwards.
Linley was right above him. “Be careful. I’m going to start attacking you now.” Linley seemed to be quite polite.
